Wendy walked around naked, her teenaged body budding at several interesting spots.
Her tits were just beginning to form now, pushing out firmly from her chest, the nipples permanently erect red buds that would be just right when they got a little bigger and she got a little older. They would be perfect for a man (or a woman, for that matter) to suck on and lick all wet and juicy and make her all tingly and ready for anything.
But that was for the future, of course. That was for the grown-up girls, letting men paw them and put their fingers in the hairy holes that grown-up girls had to offer. And it was for girls older than Wendy to play with the toys a man could show. Those big, stiff pricks she had heard so much about. Oh yes, she'd heard about all the strange things you could do with them. She couldn't wait to have one deep inside her young pussy, and she couldn't wait to have one in her mouth, to see what it tasted like, and to suck on it till it gave her that hot, sticky, metallic fluid which she had also heard so much about.
Yes, there was a lot awaiting her as soon as she came of age. But that was not for several years. She was only just thirteen years old. She was much too young to have a man sticking his cock in her pussy – or so she had been told. But it was a little bit frustrating, and she couldn't keep from desiring such a supposedly tremendous experience as everyone kept telling her sex was. The thought of doing it someday made her young, pink pussy simply drool with excitement.
Yes, one day she would have a young man who liked her a lot, and he would want to fuck her. Then she would have his cock to play with, to suck on, to stick in her cunt, to do all the exciting things she had heard about.
She had talked with her girlfriends who had actually gone ahead and let a boy fuck them, and they all told her the experience was fabulous and unforgettable. But she was afraid to go ahead and do it. It was safer, much safer to remain a virgin, even if a horny one.
After all, she didn't want a baby, for gosh sakes!
She could wait. She would have to.
Until the time came for her to get married, or anyway to have an affair, she would have to make do with something less drastic than fucking.
Namely, masturbating. That was her favorite sport by that time in her thirteenth year. She loved to run her fingers through her pussy and make herself get wetter and wetter. And then came the fateful climax, making her shake and quiver and come.
Ah well, better not to think about such things. It only got her feeling ready to jerk off once again, and that was a risky thing to do.
So she skipped down the street, not thinking about sex at all – if she could help it.
Mr. Ogden wanted to see her. He beckoned her to come into his house. What on earth could Mr. Ogden want? she thought to herself.
But, since he was the father of her best friend, she couldn't exactly refuse to go and see what he wanted. It wouldn't be right at all.
Tish, her best friend, was out doing something very very naughty, but her father wouldn't know about that, of course. Wendy hoped he wouldn't ask her about it.
Tish was such a sexual creature, she couldn't get along for any extended period of time without having a cock to suck on or sit on, or some boy (or girl) that she could put her naked and open pussy upon. She liked that a lot – being eaten out, having a wet tongue, male or female, stroking the labes of her young pussy and twirling around on her pink, hard clit. That was fun, all right. Like Wendy, she was sometimes forced to resort to masturbation, but not very often, for Tish was a lot braver and more aggressive than Wendy and most of the other girls at school. Tish usually got what she wanted which was usually a boy of seventeen or eighteen with a long cock that could work on demand.
But that was Tish, and not Wendy. She felt guilty about talking to Tish's father when Tish wasn't there. She felt uneasy possessing all that secret knowledge about the man's daughter and not wanting to let on any of it. She wondered if by any chance he was going to ask her about Tish's private life.
She hoped not. There was very little she was willing to say. After all, she didn't want to lose Tish as a friend, and that would surely happen if she let Tish's father know about what the girl did, especially where the opposite sex was concerned. In that department, she had a whole lot, and Wendy was sure Tish didn't want her father to know about it. Her mother, that was a different story, for Tish's mother was reportedly every bit as wild as her daughter.
"Come on in," Lew Ogden said. "Come on inside, honey, I want to talk to you."
"Yes, sir," she said.
"That's a good girl."
She gulped. She wondered what was to come.
Wendy didn't suspect a thing when Lew Ogden asked her into the house. She and Tish were the best of friends, and Lew and Penny, the girl's parents, were almost like family. She went willingly, thinking Lew wanted her to perform some chore Tish had left undone.
The first hint that something was wrong came when Lew suggested she take a sip from his highball. He had offered her things before – money mostly. She remembered her thirteenth birthday, mere months before, when he gave her an envelope with $25 in it, and offered her $25 more if she'd sit on his lap. But she knew about that! She knew about the hard thing in his pants leg, what it was for, and where he wanted to put it.
"W-Where's Tish?" she asked now, knowing the girl was out joyriding with two older boys from school, but needing something to say.
Lew drank deep from the highball. He left half an inch of booze and handed her the glass. She drank to be polite, and gagged. He laughed. "If I know Tish, she's getting laid right about now," he said matter-of-factly. "Her and Penny both. They fuck like crazy – anybody."
She blushed, unable to think of anything to say. She'd heard her parents say the same thing about Penny Ogden. But hearing it from Lew was somehow different. She felt the hot blood flooding her cheeks as the warmth of the liquor began to spread through her belly. Lew often talked dirty, but had never before been so bold. Her gaze dropped to his crotch. She stifled a gasp. The front of his pants bulged as if he had a crowbar in there. She wanted to run, to get out of there before…
"What you need is something to wash down that drink," said Lew. He moved to the bar at the far side of the living room and refilled the glass. He winked at her, pouring soda in with the gin and vermouth.
The liquor had already begun to make her dizzy, and she didn't want any more. But when he sat on the sofa and patted the cushion, she stepped forward, heart thumping. Lew was handsome, not very old – she supposed he was still in his 30's – and although she was frightened by sex, and had never let a boy do more than feel her small titties, the thought of a grown man wanting her was exciting.
"I-I have to get home," she whispered when he moved close, put his arm around her shoulders, and held the glass to her lips. Again she sipped. It tasted better this time.
Lew turned the glass and ran his tongue over her lipstick smear. "Um. You taste good."
She watched him gulp. For no reason she could think of, she giggled. She felt silly, light-headed. Flirting, she was learning, was fun. She became conscious of the patch of red curly hair between her young thighs. She glanced down; the hem of her mini was too high.
"You've got nice legs for a kid," observed Lew, grinning as she tugged at the garment.
"I'm not!"
"What?"
"A kid!" She turned sideways, bringing her knees up on the sofa. She knew she had nice legs – knew she was nice allover. All the boys at school wanted to touch her. Even Daddy had begun to look at her in that funny way lately.
Lew studied her. His hand moved up the side of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He began to play with her hair. What was he thinking? she wondered. That her long red hair was nice too? Or was he wondering, as the books said men do, if the hair on her pussy was the same pretty color? She watched him uncross his legs. The thing in his pants shot up tall, and she looked hastily away.
"If you're not a kid," he said finally, "you won't mind me doing this." His huge, calloused hand dropped to her left breast, squeezing it.
"Don't! I… I'll tell Penny."
Scowling, Lew removed his hand. "Like I said – a punk kid with nice legs."
She saw two of him: twin fuzzy faces swimming before her green eyes. She wasn't a kid. Wasn't! She'd stopped being a kid when the little slit between her legs began to bleed, and Mummy showed her how to put red X's on the calendar. She told him so; she replaced his hand, leaned forward with her head on his chest, and let him feel.
Before she knew what was happening, Lew had the buttons open down the front of her blouse and was undoing the snaps at her back. She felt the bra drop free, felt his rough fingers kneading her nipples. She was frightened, but she didn't want him to call her a kid again. And the liquor was doing funny things to her head… making the room spin… making the TV announcer's voice sound like it was coming from the deep end of a tunnel.
Lew pushed her gently away; he made her lie back, slouched down on the cushions, the blouse hanging open at either side of her pink and white pointy tits. "Bet you taste good all over," he said, mouthing one rigid peak.
Wendy gasped. No one had ever sucked her small titties before. Her head and the room began to spin faster. She wanted him to stop. His tongue was doing strange things to her insides. Her tight little red pussy felt swollen, and each time he licked a nipple the button hidden down there seemed to vibrate and tingle.
Suddenly Lew took hold of her wrist and guided her hand to the huge bulge in his pants. "Play with my cock," he told her. "Take it out. Show me how grown-up you are."
"Nooo…!" she breathed, trying to back away. But he had wedged her into the corner of the sofa, and he undid the zipper himself, forcing her hand inside the open fly of the pants. Her trembling fingers touched him: he was hot and hard! Again she gasped. She had never imagined a man's thing could be so big.
"Ummm!" Lew's hips bucked, ramming the round head of his prick into the smooth palm of her hand. "Stroke it, honey. Up and down. Be nice to Uncle Lew."
She didn't want to. Oh, she didn't want to: she was so scared she thought for sure she'd shake right out of her clothes. She'd seen other girls do it – jerk boys off in the movies: pump up and down until white creamy stuff spurted, then wipe the tip clean with a hanky. She'd even seen one girl bend and take the awful thing in her mouth while it was spitting. But she'd never before seen one close up, or touched one. And those she had seen were mere toothpicks compared to the fat, veiny shaft she now held in her hand.
Lew groaned as her tiny hand freed him and moved tentatively up and down. "Do it, baby. Babydoll… ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Jesus, that's it. That's the fucking way." He let go of her wrist. His hand moved slowly up the inside of her thigh, toward the hem of the mini.
"Ow, don't! Don't!" She tried to close her legs to stop his hand from advancing, but his fingers had already found the legband of her panties, and one was boring hard into her virgin cunthole. She released his stiff cock, balled her tiny hands into fists, and beat furiously on his shoulders. "Stop, oh please, Uncle Lew, stop!!"
"Stop? I'll stop!" growled Lew, falling upon her, his weight pressing her back over the armrest. "I'll stop after I get my ten inches of dick up into your sweet belly!"
"You-you're hurting me," she cried, the pain in her spine so bad she forgot to keep her legs closed. Another stubby finger twisted in, opening and spreading the tender lips of her little red pussy. She was being raped. Oh God, no! she thought. Stop him! True, flirting with a grown man – her best friend's father – was fun, and for a moment she had even enjoyed holding his prick, but she had never meant to let him go this far. His fingers were driving so high in her slit – wetting her, taunting her clit, causing new, fiery sensations along with the pain – she thought sure he was trying to tear out her maidenhead with the sharp nails grating the slippery inner walls of her cunt. She thrashed around, squealing and beating about his head and shoulders until her fists ached. Then she lay still, sobbing, letting him have his way.
"That's my sweetheart – don't fight Uncle Lew. All your old Uncle Lew wants is a piece, a little piece." He used his knees to spread her legs even wider. His wet fingers abandoned her cunt to take hold of the crotch of her panties.
"Ow! No, please! Please don't do it to me." The sound of nylon ripping made her wince. She felt the cold zipper down the front of his pants pressed against her vulva, digging into the pinched crack of her ass. Then the fiery tip of his cock – the awesome thing she'd held in her hand – was pushed against the tight pink aperture between her quivering thighs.
Lew gripped her hips. Using his stiffness to work the torn panties aside, baring her from pubic mound to asshole, he bent her far back over the arm of the sofa, and thrust.
Wendy opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. He was killing her, tearing her cute, red pussy apart with the cock that was too big, too fat, too hard to go where he was trying to put it. Again she balled her hands into fists and beat his head and shoulders. She scratched his face. She whimpered and fought, and tried to wiggle her bottom and her hot virgin cunthole out of reach of his bludgeoning member.
"Motherfucking cock-teaser!" Lew became a wild animal. His hand closed tight around her slim neck, and he squeezed and lunged, making her go rigid with the dual pain of strangulation and hard cock being driven into her belly. "You'll fuck or I'll break your pretty cock-teasing neck!" he snapped, embedding the head of his tool deep in her pussy.
"It won't go. It won't! It won't!" She knew it was no use fighting any more – he'd simply choke her until she opened. But she knew also that the big hard thing protruding from the front of his pants would never fit in her tight little sheath. She was certain of it: nothing that big could be forced up the close channel she'd inspected with a mirror and wondered about almost every night since the periods came. The fat round tip was in – she could feel it, actually feel it, throbbing and growing bigger inside her – but not even Lew, who was tall and strong and seemed to know all about fucking, could stretch the pink tightness ten inches worth.
"Raise your knees," he directed, loosening the grip on her neck.
"Oh! You… you let me go!" she wailed. But she complied, putting her knees in the air, thighs wide at either side of him like in the sex picture book Daddy kept on the top shelf in his bedroom closet.
"Now push up," continued Lew. "Lift your ass when I drive. Help me." His hands went to her bottom, cupping her ass cheeks. His lips covered hers, sucking, sucking.
Her eyes opened wide with new pain as the knob of his cock reached the elastic barrier of her maidenhead. She moaned into his mouth, gagging on his tongue; but she lifted. She planted her feet on the cushions, wanting it over with, wanting his long thing to spit so he'd leave her alone. It was as if he were pushing a tree trunk up her hot, hairy hole.
Suddenly Lew pulled back so far she thought his meat was going to pop out of its sheath. The fingers digging into the soft flesh of her bottom moved down her ass crack. One found her anus, and began to press in. Her sphincter closed tight. "Not there too," she yelped into his mouth, her rectum protesting at the mere threat of violation. "No, Uncle Lew, no!"
Then he thrust, hard! So hard she thought her ass was going through the sofa. The tip of his cock hit the barrier, breaking through as his long middle finger twisted high in her pussy.
There was a bright flash of light and pain as the membrane gave and his big hairy nuts met her bottom. Lew groaned. His lips slid from her mouth, down her neck, to the rigid buttons atop her creamy breasts. "Babydoll," he sighed, making the prick up her belly expand and contract.
She felt bloated, filled with stiff cock. Her sweet little asshole objected to the dart buried there. Her heart threatened to burst through her chest. But the pain in her pussy was gone, and now, as Lew began to fuck slowly in and out, in and out, in and out, she felt a breathtaking thrill spread through her trembling loins.
"D-Don't hurt me," she breathed, not knowing why she'd said it. It didn't hurt any more. She felt the warm blood oozing out and down the halves of her ass, but now the steely prick in her sex was making her hips move; Lew's big cock was making her belly go round and round, like when she looked at the pictures in her own daddy's fuck book. She saw herself beneath the driving hardon, and her body, her plump bottom, seemed to know just what to do.
His finger still high in her rectum, Lew raised up on one arm. He stared drunkenly down at her. He looked from her flushed face to where the root of his meat protruded. "Man, a red-headed cunt! Cherry, too! Lookit that sweet fuckin' gash breathe!"
Chewing her lip, still frightened even though it felt good, Wendy followed his gaze past the skirt and torn panties bunched at her waist. Her eyes widened in wonder: she simply couldn't believe all of him was buried in there. And her pussy was pulsing, as he'd said. Although she couldn't see the pink slit under her belly, the puffy mound of curls above was heaving like a small bellows.
Lew pulled back, withdrawing half the length of his bloody member. "Jesus Christ, what a pussy!"
"Ow! Ow! Owwwww!" She gyrated wildly as the hard cylinder fucked itself back into her to the hilt. She knew it was wrong, that she shouldn't enjoy being raped, but it felt good. It felt better than anything she'd ever experienced before.
But just as it was getting really good, and her clit was beginning to twang toward what she knew would be her first orgasm, Mrs. Ogden came through the front door into the living room. And then the big, lovely dick was being yanked from her wet cunthole, and Penny was yelling, and Lew – oh, fucking bastard Lew! Lew was shouting the most horrible lies about her.
Nor could she object. She was embarrassed, ashamed, and confused, still dizzy from the liquor he'd made her drink and the new fiery sensations coursing through her young, trembling loins. She wished the ground would open and hide her from the prying grown-up eyes.
And then she was crying: weeping uncontrollably because. Penny was slapping her face, calling her names, and Lew was saying she'd come in while he slept on the sofa, whipped out his cock and made him – forced him – to do it to her!
"But I didn't! I didn't!" she shouted back at them, turning red with the fear of being framed. It was a very real fear, for Lew was making it his business to convince everyone that Wendy was the aggressor and not himself.
He made up an incredible story about how she snuck into the house, saw that no one was around (except for Lew asleep on the sofa), and pulled his zipper down and took out his prick. She jerked on it, so he said, while he was still sleeping, and it wasn't his fault that he started to get hard. Then she stuck it in her mouth and sucked him till he couldn't, get rid of his hardon if he wanted to. Which of course he did want to do. Of course!
He claimed that she had broken into his liquor cabinet and stolen lots of liquor, which she freely drank till she was totally stoned and didn't care what she did.
There was no telling anyone that the exact opposite was actually the case. It was Lew who got her drunk and left her unable to defend herself against his lewd and immoral advances.
He had raped her, she told everyone. But no one would listen worth a damn. They all wanted to believe Lew because he was older and better able to make excuses for his behavior. Everyone knew that a girl like Wendy would sooner or later try to seduce poor Lew.
Even Tish was upset about the whole affair. Wendy thought that she would understand and sympathize with her situation. She had probably been in many similar situations, the wanton bitch!
"You're in plenty of trouble, young lady," Penny said with malice in her voice.
"But… but…"
"Don't give me any of your buts, you awful cunt, you! I knew you had eyes out for my husband, I just knew it! I saw the way you came sniffing around his cock day after day, on the pretense of coming to see Tish. But that alibi didn't fool me at all, no sir, I could see it, I could see very well what you were after, yes! I'm no idiot, you fucking pussy! I was your age once myself, and not all that long ago either, just in case you were thinking about making a crack or something. I ain't that old! Shit, when I was your age I had the hots for a few older men myself – couldn't wait to get them to whip their cocks out and let me suck a little, oh yes, and have them hot and hard in my twat. But I never went about it like you did, jumping after another woman's husband, while the wife is away, you decide to play. No, sir, I don't go for that at all, cunt! You aren't going to get away with it, I'll see to it that you don't! I'll see to it. You'll have to pay for what you did, young lady, you will have to pay through the nose and more! This is no little thing you did here. This is what is known as adultery, and that's a very serious thing, a crime as a matter of fact, a crime you're going to have to pay for if I know what's what, and pay and pay and pay. I'll show you what happens when you do something that mean and low. You'll wish you hadn't, that's for sure!"
"But… but Penny, you have to listen to me! This isn't the way it happened, really it isn't. I'm not the guilty one, it's your husband, your husband!"
"Shut up!" Lew cried.
"Yes, shut up!" seconded Penny.
"The bitch doesn't know what she's saying, she's just trying to get me into trouble, that's all, and her plan won't work, it won't!"
"Don't get yourself excited, dear. I don't believe a single fucking word this tramp has said. Not a word. I know she went after you, that she seduced you and you couldn't help yourself. What man could when a thirteen-year-old cunt shows you her stuff, stretches her pussy out for you to lick – you think I don't know how good a teenybopper pussy tastes? I've tasted a few when I was growing up, and I knew they're out of this world. I wouldn't even mind it if you, darling, had told me you really wanted to taste this girl's cunt, but you didn't want to, I know that. You were tricked into sticking your tongue and then your cock into her hole. She has quite a few tricks up her sleeve but maybe we can show her we have a trick or two of our own, hey?"
"Yes, dear. I'm sure we can. But what do you think we should do?"
"The answer to that is simple," Penny said. "What we are going to do is take this bitch to juvenile court and see her go to jail!"
"To… jail?" Lew repeated, gulping loudly. "Do you… do you think that's really necessary, Penny? I mean, uh, really necessary?"
"Of course it's necessary, dear. How else will she learn her lesson? There is no other way, really, not if we want to keep her from doing something like this ever again. And we wouldn't want that, would we, dear?"
"Hm?"
"We wouldn't want her trying to seduce another woman's husband, would we? You know, like she did with you, getting her to fuck you."
"Oh… oh, yeah," muttered Lew.
He was feeling dubious about what was going to happen to the girl if they turned her in to juvenile court with his version of what happened. Did he really want to see her go to a juvenile home?
"Darling?"
"What, Penny?"
"Didn't you hear me?"
"What?"
"Didn't you hear what I just said to you? You look like you're daydreaming. What about?"
"No, no, I wasn't daydreaming. You are imagining things, honey, that's all."
"Well, anyway, what I said was, you don't sound very enthusiastic about taking the girl to court. Or am I mistaken?"
"Yes… yes, you're mistaken. I want to take her to the court and I want to see her found guilty and given a stiff punishment, as stiff as they come. I don't think any penalty is too harsh, do you hear me, girl?"
"Yes," Wendy said sullenly.
She knew what a rat he was, even if Penny didn't. But for some reason, she began to suspect that Penny knew he was not telling the truth – she simply found it better or more satisfying to believe his far-fetched story.
At her expense.
What was she going to do? What were these awful people going to do to her? Send her to jail? For how long? The rest of her life?
Oh God! Why did this have to happen? The sex was good, she thought, but it wasn't worth all this! No, never!
She began to fantasize about her future – a wretched future full of rape attempts by insane guards, drug addiction, homosexual affairs with her other prisoners, and all the other horrible aspects of jail she had seen in countless movies and television shows.
Jail would be horrible! Yes, and she felt she couldn't possibly survive such an ordeal. After all, she was just a kid and a kid with a very delicate disposition, not used to living behind bars and eating only bread and water. It was no use. She wouldn't be able to survive.
How could this happen to me? she wondered. I'm a fairly good American. I never do anything to upset anyone, never steal, never incite riots! Why is this my fate?
That awful Lew? she cried to herself. He's doing this to me, yes! Just because he doesn't want to tell his wife the truth – that he seduced me, that he's the one who whipped out his cock and stuck it in me. He raped me, more or less, he can't deny it! So why am I the guilty one here?
She continued to rant about her fate while Lew and Penny privately discussed what they were going to do about her.
Finally, she noticed them and moved closer, carefully, very worried now.
"What… what are you talking about?" she asked them. "She wants to know what we're talking about," Lew said. "Can you imagine that?"
"I can imagine it. I can imagine anything from this idiot cunt! She would do anything, say anything, if it gave her some perverse thrill. That's what's wrong with you, girl, you don't know how to control your lust. You feel something and you have to feed that hunger."
"No… No, you don't know what you're talking about, you don't! It's a lie!"
"Are you calling me a liar, you stupid bitch!" exclaimed Penny.
Wendy glared sourly.
"Hm?"
"Oh, be quiet…"
"What did you say? I'm asking you a question, bitch! Answer me!"
"What? What?" asked Wendy, disgusted with all that these two were doing to her.
"I asked you if you were calling me a liar. Now answer me. Were you?"
"I…" Wendy was a little afraid of Penny, she seemed so angry, but then her sense of injustice outweighed her fear, and she shouted out: "Yes… yes! I'm calling you a liar, and your husband a liar too!"
"Did you hear that, darling? This incredible bitch is calling us both liars. Can you imagine?"
"She's too much," said Lew without much fervor. He was apparently leaving the hysterics up to his wife.
"You are both liars," Wendy screamed, repeating her message once more to make sure they understood.
"Well, you heard her that time," said Penny. "You can't say you didn't."
"Yes," said Lew, "I heard her."
"All right, then, that's settled. She said it, and I don't take an insult like that from anyone. Not from anyone. She'll have to be punished."
"Oh… well, I don't know about that dear," said Lew. "That's kind of risky…"
"Nonsense. You heard what she called us."
"Well, we can tell the courts all about it when we take her before a judge."
"No. Her insolent behavior must be met with right now."
"But darling…"
"Be quiet, Lew, this is something I must do. It isn't so much because she called me a liar, but because she called you one. That is something I just cannot allow to happen. I'm sure you understand."
"But… but…"
"Be quiet, dear. I'll settle this in my own way."
"What are you going to do?"
"Stand there and watch, darling. After all the humiliation she has put you through, I'm sure that you will enjoy this as much as I do."
"Penny… I think you should be careful. After all, I mean, she isn't our kid. You can get in trouble if you touch somebody else's kid."
"Nonsense, I tell you. Any right-thinking American parent would be glad to see me punish this awful child. I'm going to teach her a lesson good and proper."
"Well… if you say so. But I really think we ought to wait and take her to court. Those juvenile courts can be pretty stiff, you know. Long jail terms in the juvenile home. Maybe we should wait and see what kind of sentence she gets before giving her our own punishment."
"No. I have made up my mind! This girl will have to be punished for her wrongdoing, and if you don't feel up to administering that punishment, then I, as your wife, will have to do it."
"What? What are you going to do?" Lew asked nervously.
"You better not!" shouted Wendy.
Penny suddenly darted toward the thirteen-year-old girl and slapped her hard across the face. The blow stung bitterly and Wendy's cheek turned a bright crimson, both from pain and embarrassment. She thought Penny had finished hitting her when she'd caught them at it. But apparently not. Apparently, she was only just beginning.
"Come here, girl," Penny said deviously.
"No… no, I won't."
"Yes you will. Now come here, right this minute, do you hear me, bitch?"
"No! Leave me alone, leave me alone!"
"We'll leave you alone… alone in solitary confinement in that fucking juvenile home, that's when and where we'll leave you alone and not until then!"
"Ahhhhh! Help! Help! Somebody, anybody! They're going to hurt me!"
"Keep her mouth shut!" Lew cried. "You want to get the cops over here before we want them?"
Penny grabbed for the girl, catching hold of her open mouth and pulling it forward violently, ripping the skin at the sides of her mouth and making it bleed.
Penny pulled the girl forward and punched her several times with a closed fist, then she threw her knee up hard into the girl's groin.
"Ahhhhh! Shit… owwwww! Stop it, stop it," Wendy wailed. "It hurts, it hurts!"
"That's only the beginning, my lovely young husband-stealing bitch!"
She pulled the girl over toward the sofa and threw her across her knee. When the girl's naked bottom was exposed and stuck out in the air, Penny raised a hand.
"Are you watching, dear?" she asked her husband. "You'll enjoy this."
"Yes, dear, I'm watching."
"Then here we go."
"No! No!" screamed Wendy, shaking all over as she perched lewdly across the older woman's knee.
"Oh yes, my dear, you won't get away without some form of physical punishment, something you will remember so you'll think twice about doing such a terrible thing ever again in your life."
Her hand swept across Wendy's pink, jiggling fanny. Wendy's ass cheeks immediately turned a: bright red.
Penny laughed. "Did you see that, darling? Now watch, here we go again!"
And again her hand came down on Wendy's firm ass. And again, over and over. Finally, Wendy was sobbing and her ass was burning with welts. Penny pretended to rub it, her fingers dipping in between the cheeks, pressing in against Wendy's young and slightly hairy pussy. She pushed her index finger right into the hole, making Wendy squirm with surprise. She hadn't expected that so soon after getting her fanny spanked. Penny continued to finger Wendy's cunt while she smiled at her husband who was watching intently.
"Owwwwww!" Penny cried. "Oh… oh, please, won't you stop it… won't you, please!"
"Darling," said Penny, "are you enjoying yourself? Hm? You look like you enjoy watching me beat this girl's ass and poke around in her pussy!"
"Yeah… yeah," Lew muttered, his eyes riveted to her ass and the inserted fingers.
He was beginning to feel his cock go hard in his lap as he watched this sexy spectacle unfold.
Penny nodded. "Yes, I thought you would. I could see that you were enjoying it very much. Watch now, see how her fanny turns bright red when I start to spank her again. It's so cute…"
With a perverse smile, Penny resumed the spanking ritual, smacking her open hand time and again against the smooth, tender flesh of the young girl's bottom. It stung terribly now, and Wendy was crying with pain.
"Owww… owwww… ohhhhh," she whimpered.
"Does it hurt, little girl? Does it? That's too bad. You'll have to stop seducing other women's husbands, won't you, darling? Yes, I think you will. You'll have to get single boys to stick their cocks into your pretty pussy. It is a pretty pussy, and I bet it tastes real good, doesn't it, Lew?"
"Hm? Yeah, yeah… oh, I don't know. For God's sake, Penny, will you layoff?"
"Oh, of course, darling, whatever you say. I wouldn't want to embarrass you, not at all."
"Well, you are!"
"My, my, I didn't think my beloved husband had such a strong sense of shame. I thought you rather relished the thought of young girls exposing their private parts… their furry little cunts and their bright pink assholes. Come over here, darling."
"What?"
"I said, come here. I want to show you something. Come on, don't be afraid. I've got her under my control now, she won't be able to seduce you now."
He laughed nervously. "Yeah… heh heh… how about that? We've got her now, I guess."
"Come over here, dear. I want you to do something."
"What? What do you want me to do?"
"Come over here and see."
Lew came over to the couch and sat next to them. He couldn't keep his eyes out of the pink patch sticking out from between the spread cheeks of her sexy rear end. He licked his lips excitedly.
Suddenly, his wife took his hand and planted it right on Wendy's open cunt and asshole.
"How does that feel?"
"Oh Christ, Penny, what's wrong with you?"
"Massage it… massage the girl's clit. She'll love it. She likes you to feel her pussy, she really does. Go ahead. She won't mind. I've got a hold of her."
He slowly pushed in, feeling the squish of her hairy, moist flesh as his fingers journeyed inward.
He paused. He looked guiltily at his wife, who was grinning wildly at him. God, he thought, she does have a perverse sense of humor.
"Go on. Go on, dear, push your fingers in. You're not all the way inside yet, darling. I believe she has a very deep pussy for a girl her age."
"Yeah… you may be right."
"Of course I'm right. We've both had experience sizing up her coot now and we both know she has an incredibly large pussy. I mean, after all, she's only, what? thirteen years old or so. I guess my own pussy isn't much bigger than that, is it, darling?"
"I… I don't know."
"You don't know? Well, dammit, you should know, you've dipped your wick into my hole enough times to have some idea how deep I am."
"Yeah, sure, you're big enough, honey. Honest, you are. You've got a beautiful cunt."
"Do you really think so, dear?"
"Sure… sure, I think so."
"More beautiful than Wendy's here?"
"Sure. Of course."
"But hers is so fresh and clean and young. She must have been a virgin, no? I'm sure it must give you more of a kick to see this youthful cunt than my old pussy."
"No, baby, I prefer yours any time, any time, I'd have it now if you gave me the chance."
"Really?"
"Sure, baby."
"Well, that is flattering. Here you're got this teeny cunt laid out for you and you still would prefer to get a taste of Penny's old pussy."
"You know it, baby, you know it. The taste of your cunt lingers for days at a time."
"Well now, with a compliment like that I can hardly go on without giving you a taste of what you profess to like so much, can I?"
"Hm? What do you mean?"
Without another word, Penny stretched her legs out under Wendy and raised up her skirts. To Wendy's and Lew's surprise, she wore no panties, only her very hairy cunt, open and drooling a thick white froth.
"Come on… come on, lick it, lick it, darling… put your tongue inside there and lick up all that juice… I'm feeling very sexy, darling… I want to feel that wet tongue of yours inside my twat!"
"Yes… all right," Lew said reluctantly.
He leaned forward and touched his tongue to his wife's pussy. He licked up and down, up and down, pushing inward and noisily sucking at the froth that lay all around the interior of her pussy, and around a good deal of the exterior, too – stuck to the thick growth of hair that surrounded her pussy. A strong gust of the smell which comes from the depths of a woman's genitals blew against his nostrils as he pushed in tight against her.
"Yes, yes, lick me… mmmm, your tongue feels so good, darling, it always does!"
"Shlurp, shlurp," went Lew's rubbery dagger as he dragged it across the length of her dripping womanhood, sucking in her spew as he tweaked her clit and massaged her labes, making her writhe orgasmically.
"Uh… uh! Uhhhhhh! Yes, yes, suck me, suck me, my darling boy… oooh, Wendy, do you know how good that feels? Do you have any idea how that feels?"
Wendy was feeling very uncomfortable. She was still perched across Penny's knees, but she was now having to endure Lew's face just below her, licking at his wife's cooze. She also had to feel the ticklish bristles of Penny's pussy hair on her own naked front. She wanted to jump off and run away, but she knew she wouldn't get far. She couldn't leave till they were ready to let her, and even then they threatened to bring her to juvenile court. She wondered if a judge could possibly believe Lew's outrageous story.
Meanwhile, she watched him suck out the pussy of Penny, move in deeper and move his tongue faster and faster.
This certainly was strange behavior, she thought to herself, as she was jiggled back and forth on Penny's shaking knees. Penny groaned with orgasm, and her legs were having trouble holding Wendy up. Finally, they collapsed, Wendy rolled off onto Lew's face, and Penny lost her perch at the edge of the sofa. All three of them tumbled to the floor.
"Ow…"
"Oohhh…"
"Ouch, get off of me, you fool, get off… ouch, your face is pushing into my cunt…"
"I can't move… I'm caught under this fucking table!" Lew groaned.
"Well knock the fucking table over – do something, you fool!"
Lew kicked over the table with his feet and it landed behind them. He slowly climbed off of his wife and Wendy and stood up.
"Shit," Penny gasped. "You hurt my pussy, you fucking fool! I think one of your teeth bit into my… my poor, tender twat… owwwww…"
Wendy crawled away from them and stood up by herself. She looked at them, rubbing their sores as they stood. She swallowed hard, wondering what other bizarre activities they had planned for her before they turned in and reported her behavior with Lew.
They were such hypocrites! she thought. Such bloody fucking hypocrites to accuse her of anything after their perverted behavior!
But there was nothing she could do about it. Not a thing in the world.